Fortunately I couldn't afford to enjoy my hangover suffering saga for long because I was asked to cover for someone. So instead I spent my evening with my shaking body and shivering hands carrying out food and drinks..it went smoothly. I wasn't sure about my full consciousness tho.
Things have changed a lot. And the biggest change happened on Christmas Eve. That is on my Christmas Eve which we celebrate on 24 instead of 25th.
I'm actually not quite sure how it happened or why. But I am sure of one thing and that is - obvious happiness which is blended with pure confusion and excitement. A concoction or what!
As usually we headed off to the pub.
Few drinks
And few more
And someone started to get very close to me. You know how it works, don't you..
So one thing led to another and somehow, let's say- accidentally, we ended up under one duvet.
Nothing special you may think ..but..
Since then on..I feel such excitement, such mysterious attraction. I haven't been able to eat since then. I'm being emotionally paralysed and I don't know what it is. Someone has crawled into my mind and heart and I'm like a graving puppy who can't stay away..
And she..yes..SHE has rotated my orientation..up side down..
I'm actually still very confused and a bit lost so I'm struggling to describe it or analyse it..Is there a way to understand it? Do I want to understand it?
Or is it - as long as I'm happy..
She has put a hex on me..

it's 13:57 and I'm still in bed. I think it's wise not to start fighting with the gravity right now.
Continuous massive explosions of pain bombs in my head are trying to tell me something and they seem to have a deal with my gut which isn't happy either. In one word - I think I'm dying of hangover.
Purely my own fault
Must take a shower
must take a shower

OK

I'll throw myself over board and cross fingers that I'll land close to my shower gear.
Wish me luck!!!

daily wisdom

Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave me the hell alone.

snow traying.

had a fun day.Finished work at about half ten am, got three flask fulls of mulled wine, bin bags and two wooden serving trays and went on the hills with fellow crazysts to do some hard core snow boarding..ehm snow traying..
recommend to everyone - go and rediscover your inner child..I'm still copying with the laughter pain.

monster diaries

Living on the shores of Loch Ness has shown me the power of media and the stupidity of tourism - they all come here to see the monster!! The monster, whose existence is highly debatable and not very plausible..but we all need some wonders and magic, some stories to believe in.
And then comes another coach full of Asian people to take a picture of themselves standing on the shore of Loch Ness. Wow..that's truly impressive..
With exception of picturesque scenery, there's not much in here. It's a tiny village with a garage and two shops. A post office. Handful of souvenir shops, few takeaways and cafes, which are mainly open in the summer. Plus 5-6 pubs to meet all the different needs.
I can count myself to be a regular in a small and tacky workers pub where I usually end up with my housemates. And by housemates I mean the crazy people sharing the staff accommodation in our hotel's loft. There's an absolute nutter Australian girl with evidential interest in same gender. She's great fun. She enjoys her daily drink.
A Scottish lad with Backstreet Boys obsession. He's a genuinely nice guy who enjoys his daily drink. An undiscovered dance talent.
A Slovakian girl who can't make her private life enough public as it is already. She's a trustworthy companion who enjoys her daily drink.
We also have an experienced Polish climber whose expedition stories are systematically avoided, a quiet ex soldier from Hungary, another Scots who clearly thinks he's the God's best present to women in the whole wide world...let him think so in peace. Plus few more people with interesting and not so very interesting stories to share.
I've been officially declared to be a weirdo and therefore asked to company all the pub trips which tells me one thing and one thing only - from the moment the title Weirdo was attached to my name, I knew I'm in. I'm part of them now. A part of a gang of weirdos who can't find a way home even for Christmas.. And it makes me happy. I don't have to pretend anymore.
Before I came here, my former colleagues warned me not to make any jokes for at least a month. I really tried..but wasn't very successful..But it seems that they don't mind me of who I am. Bless them!

cheers for massive cock ups!!

Well here it is again - the oppressed me..the tiger has been let loose again and oh, my God I really messed it up again..big time this time (as usually) but - huh-what the heck - that's what life's for - for big massive cock ups!!!! And I'm the master of it all!!! OH yeah!! Though I will most definitely burn in hell forever for this one..
The funny side of it is that.. I'm not so disturbed about it as I would've been few years ago..and he's only seventeen..
Well, what can you do - young flesh is young flesh!
But what draws me into situations and temptations like these?
What made me click about this young man?
Was it the atmosphere - the luxurious cocktail lounge in the candlelight..his well hidden talent as a piano player..or the admiration he got from the audience for playing those tunes, for mastering the piano with his skilled fingers running along the keys..what unleashed the sudden lust?
I'm afraid I can not answer that question..but I'm sure the answer is somewhere in my subconscious and it leads back to my childhood (at least that's what they always say in the movies on the psychiatric sofa..)
Hmmm..should we actually hold ourselves back when it seems a bit inappropriate, when it's not exactly the norm of the society..
Should we really?
And miss all that fun that life has to offer us?!!
Think twice..